pick apart the pieces of your heart — joining

[valo-kas]

“[color=salmon]so, like, unless you want the whole gang out here up your ass... and uh, lickin’ you,” they wrinkled their nose at zimavich but didn’t tell the bear to lay off because that wasn’t their business, “[color=salmon]let’s get off the border.” valo-kas sneezed and it blasted pink gunk from their nose. “[color=salmon]We can getcha situated. careful your noodles don’t wander off. swamp’s got beasties i heard.” the thought made their sides throb and they ignored it because there was nothing there to really worry about.